Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 264

For this week’s prompt, use a new(er) word in a poem. Merriam-Webster recently added 150 new terms to its collegiate dictionary, including tweep, hashtag, selfie, unfriend, paywall, big data, social networking, and more. Click here to check out some of the definitions. Of course, you don’t have to restrict yourself to this list. If you are hip with the lingo, get all jive with your bad self (or selfie–or whatever).

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Here’s my attempt at a New Word Poem:

“catfish”

you don’t need a paywall
to experience big data
so many selfies
from five years before
the internet caught fire

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Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems. He loves new stuff, especially language. That said, he’s usually behind the curve when it comes to slang, and he usually gets it wrong once he’s savvy.

By the way, he apologizes for the silence surrounding the blog the past month. He’s been busy cutting through more than 21,500 comments to offer up 300 finalist poems to the guest judges for the April PAD Challenge. With great poetry comes great responsibility.

Learn more at www.robertleebrewer.com.

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181 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 264

  1. Countrygirl_97

    Remotely Lost

    Watching television
    after a hard days work
    never seemed difficult
    until the remote
    goes among the missing

    It was on the arm
    of the chair
    only an hour ago
    surely it didn’t grow feet
    and walk away

    Retracing my steps
    irritated and deciding
    I needed a tracking device
    for the TV remote.

    Needing a drink of water
    I opened the fridge
    and there sat the damn thing
    sitting by the roast

  2. Susan

    Today is June 4th. Maybe i am too early? I wrote to this one.

    big data

    too much, too complex.
    that’s the idea, isn’t it.

    it’s like hitting a paywall.
    as in if-you-paid-more
    this wouldn’t be big data.
    because you are on the right.
    side of the digital divide.

    oh. you don’t like my lack
    of caps. and use of phrases.
    and scattering of periods.

    I am on the left side of the
    digital divide. as in liberal
    enough to be hip. though
    each grammatical sin is
    chalk on a chalk board.

    remember those. boards.
    black or green slate. chalk
    dust. their big data exists.

  3. Julieann

    I Am a Bookaholic

    I’ve always prided myself in that
    I didn’t fit into any particular category
    I am my own person
    Doing my own thing
    But, alas, to my chagrin
    They’ve gone a made a word —
    A classification
    That fits me to a “T”
    I used to be a book worm
    Reading whatever came my way
    But now it’s more than that
    I not only read and read and read
    But I buy and buy, books and books
    And more and more books
    Some are classics
    Some are antiques – those are my faves
    I love a good young adult story
    And the historical novel
    Really catches my fancy
    Who doesn’t like a good who-dun-it
    And then there’s the ghost story and the
    All burgeoning genre of vampires
    I do wonder how they come
    Up with some of their ideas
    Each book is bought with good intentions
    Of getting it read
    But honestly, there is only so much time
    And way too many books,
    But I’ll keep buying
    And I’ll keep reading
    Because, well, I’ve found my niche
    I am a bookaholic

  4. tunesmiff

    One of the new words this year is “Kurine (noun) : poetry written in twenty lines”…

    And so I thought I’d attempt to use the word by attempting the word’s definition…
    ———-
    THUNDER BOOMER
    G. Smith
    —————–
    Gray storm clouds drift in, one by one,
    And start to crowd the summer sun,
    A sudden breeze stirs up the trees,
    And loose leaves scatter, on the run.

    Temperature drops a few degrees;
    The darkened sky just guarantees
    The rain will come before too long
    While blue sky only serves to tease.

    Thunder rumbles low and strong,
    Interrupting birds mid-song,
    The golden looks up, wags his tail,
    I scratch his ears, say, “Nothing’s wrong.”

    But then there comes the sound of hail,
    Followed by rain poured pail by pail,
    And suddenly I find my gaze
    Rushes back from that distant gale.

    How we stumble through our days,
    How we choose what goes, what stays,
    Never ceases to amaze.
    Families grieve in different ways;

    1. TomNeal

      How we stumble through our days,
      How we choose what goes, what stays,
      Never ceases to amaze.
      Families grieve in different ways;

      The final rhyme ties up the rhyme scheme loose ends, but that semicolon potentially unravels all the previous full stops– leaving us with many “different ways”.

      Praise to the poem and the poet.

  5. JRSimmang

    …UNTOWARD… beneath it

    auto/anony(mous) … the
    truncated
    blink- blink- blink
    blue flash and simple song / sleep away while I
    slave away

    -too many dreams
    -too little realities
    ::MEMO::
    … in my dreams I can fly,
    here, I fall
    uncontrolled then ALT+DEL
    ::RE::
    Me too.

    so much so that the version of me buried within the tick tock tick tock TICK TOCK
    cannot find his glasses to see that the

    perf&///////////////

    slashwriterslashteacherslashmusicianslashcookslashloverslashhusbandslashvoyager

    is filling his pockets with////////////

    -JR Simmang

  6. cmariee

    A common core of learning strategies
    In a class of disabilities.
    The leading difficulty… Not the teaching.
    It’s never the teaching.

    It’s a constant struggle against an expert manipulator.
    Who is not an educator. He’s never an educator.
    He says, “these mandates, are not required. Just suggested.”
    And I wait for him to address me as “comrade.”

    I wait for him to readjust my teaching once more.
    With a push towards teaching students to think for themselves,
    I have to wonder what job is fostering new ideas exactly,
    When teaching in itself is quick becoming scripted?

    And, truth be told, it’s not the students. It’s never the students.
    Micromanaging, the most common of core strategies
    Has never trickled down to these small towns.
    Has never lent a hand to help them out.

    Please understand,
    Our expectations should increase.
    Students need and deserve this.
    As they need homework, and electives.
    As they need the guidance from small class size.

    And teachers, well we need resources to close the digital divide of weath.
    We need listening before forced action.
    We need a hand in their micromanaging.
    We need a say in education.

  7. PressOn

    CONUNDRUM

    On Twitter, the tweeters are tweeps,
    a back-forming from tweets and from peeps.
    This is all in good fun
    when it’s all said and done
    but what to call tweeps driving Jeeps?

  8. TomNeal

    Blame the poets not the techies
    for the banality . . .

    Where are the poets who refresh our tongue
    To be found? are they carping at the well
    Of neologisms? or do they dwell
    On the frontier of pandemonium*?

    *A word coined by Milton
    ** A few more words coined by Milton:
    infuriate, civilising, liturgical,
    love-lorn, ecstatic, flutter,
    cooking, hurried, well-balanced
    well-stocked, economise, padlock,
    acclaim, dismissive, criticise,
    disregard.

  9. PowerUnit

    No better lunch than the tavern, la brasiere
    On the frozen Nord shore, en hiver
    Avec les grande persons with bigger hands
    And la jeune fille qui smiles like an undiscovered angel
    Her dark skin, cheveux noir, et dent blanches
    The snowmobiles rip into the parking lot
    Kicking up white dust
    A pit stop at the canteen et watering hole
    Pour les bieres et le heartwarming and earth settling plate
    A grounding glue that brings the winter fliers
    Back into their lives
    Their culture
    Their being
    Poutine

      1. PowerUnit

        I live in the English speaking part of Canada’s only bilingual province. Franglais is commonly spoken in some areas, especially when mixed populations mingle such as at hockey tournaments. This is the heart of poutine country, a new official word this year but an ancient one around here.

  10. seingraham

    ON DROPPING AN EYE-BOMB

    Maybe I don’t get out enough, or even much
    But I am on FaceBook too often, and have been known
    To try and tweet the odd thing on Twitter (very odd,
    or so I’ve been told – hashtag, who cares?)
    But when I started to research words that are new
    but have joined the ranks of actual dictionarily defined
    —if “dictionarily” can be considered a word—

    I have to say, I didn’t know if you glued googly eyes
    on a tomato, or anything else for that matter,
    you would be creating an eye-bomb…
    And while I’ll admit to taking the odd (again, very odd)
    selfie, I had no idea if I took one at a gym it would be
    a gelfie, nor if I happened to be doing yoga…fat chance
    that…it would then be a yogis (already in use for something
    else, is it not…but in the ever so trendy world, pluralized).
    My favourite out of this particular group has to be the bum+
    selfie appellations, the belfies – I can’t conceive of what or who
    would do this…

    There were too many new words to do justice to them all
    so I’ll end off with my favourite of the lot
    It’s possibly the worst also – the “dead-cat hole” is the space
    between the top of the tyre and the body of a car…
    Do you have that visual? Yes?
    Apparently North American cars have a larger “dead-cat hole”
    than European cars
    Cat lovers, the dictionary entry goes on to say, may complain to
    EPA, which I suppose is the European equivalent to PETA

    Wow – I can hardly come to grips with the joy washing over
    me as I contemplate adding all these new terms to
    my vocabulary.
    Be still my heart. Or whatever the new lingo is for this cliché.

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